I try to pretend everything will be okay,
The truth is that I’m scare,
I’m waiting for someone I can follow,
cause I’m tired to show the way.
And when I close my eyes late at night,
all I see is visions of a perfect memory,
but lately it’s been hard to get there,
when is the present that calls my name.
And there are a thousand reasons to believe,
that faith is not through with me yet,
so I keep my head up,
cause I can’t be any other way.
